Oh my sweet heart
Let me confess at last
Painful though it is true
In isolation we grew
Now is the time
Here after none of us will be fine
In the world of violence and corruption
Honesty and just are main ambition
Desire and dream really separating
Life and death two human beings
I can not cry
Neither can I ask you to cry
Clouds comes with thunder and cluttering
Bringing rain and storm
Wet the earth to sprout the seed
To generate new life
This is the natural rule for creation
Human made all institution
Divid with, days, weeks, month and years
Family people all get fear
For food shelter and clothing
Of course art music and dance
Life is filled with romance
Being with the love one
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